What bloody man is that? He can report,

1.2.219As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt

1.2.320The newest state.

The newest state. This is the sergeant

1.2.422Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought

1.2.523'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend!

1.2.624Say to the King the knowledge of the broil

1.2.725As thou didst leave it.

As thou didst leave it. Doubtful it stood,

1.2.827As two spent swimmers that do cling together

1.2.928And choke their art. The merciless Macdonald--

1.2.1029Worthy to be a rebel, for to that

1.2.1130The multiplying villanies of nature

1.2.1231Do swarm upon him--from the Western Isles

1.2.1332Of kerns and galloglasses is supplied,

1.2.1433And Fortune, on his damnèd quarrel smiling,

1.2.1534Showed like a rebel's whore; but all's too weak,

1.2.1635For brave Macbeth--well he deserves that name--

1.2.1736Disdaining Fortune with his brandished steel,

1.2.1837Which smoked with bloody execution,

1.2.1938Like valor's minion carved out his passage

1.2.2039Till he faced the slave,

1.2.2140Which ne'er shook hands nor bade farewell to him,

1.2.2241Till he unseamed him from the nave to th'chops,

1.2.2342And fixed his head upon our battlements.

Oh, valiant cousin, worthy gentleman.

As whence the sun 'gins his reflection,

1.2.2645Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break,

1.2.2746So from that spring whence comfort seemed to come,

1.2.2847Discomfort swells. Mark, King of Scotland, mark,

1.2.2948No sooner Justice had, with valor armed,

1.2.3049Compelled these skipping kerns to trust their heels,

1.2.3150But the Norwegian lord, surveying vantage,

1.2.3251With furbished arms and new supplies of men,

1.2.3352Began a fresh assault.

Dismayed not this our captains, Macbeth and 54 Banquo?

Yes, as sparrows, eagles,56 or the hare, the lion.

1.2.3657If I say sooth, I must report they were

1.2.3758As cannons overcharged with double cracks,

1.2.3859So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe.

1.2.3960Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds

1.2.4061Or memorize another Golgotha,

1.2.4162I cannot tell--

1.2.42But I am faint, 63my gashes cry for help.

So well thy words become thee as thy wounds:

1.2.4465They smack of honor both. Go, get him surgeons.

1.2.4567Who comes here?

Who comes here? The worthy Thane of Ross.

What a haste looks through his eyes!

1.2.4770So should he look that seems to speak things strange.

God save the King.

God save the King. Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?

From Fife, great king, 74where the Norwegian banners

1.2.50Flout the sky 75and fan our people cold.

1.2.5176Norway himself, with terrible numbers,

1.2.5277Assisted by that most disloyal traitor,

1.2.5378The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,

1.2.5479Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapped in proof,

1.2.5580Confronted him with self-comparisons,

1.2.5681Point against point, rebellious arm 'gainst arm,

1.2.5782Curbing his lavish spirit. And to conclude,

1.2.5883The victory fell on us--

The victory fell on us-- Great happiness!--

The victory fell on us-- Great happiness!-- That now

1.2.59Sweno, the Norways' King, 86craves composition,

1.2.6087Nor would we deign him burial of his men

1.2.6188Till he disbursèd at Saint Colm's Inch

1.2.6289Ten thousand dollars to our general use.

No more that Thane of Cawdor shall deceive

1.2.6491Our bosom interest. Go, pronounce his present death

1.2.6592And with his former title greet Macbeth.

I'll see it done.

What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath won.